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( @badbadbucky here you go love!!!! Thank you for the prompt!!! Its a biiiitttt different than the prompt... maybe... idk! Hahaha! These kids have it rough and i didn't wanna shy away from that. So they have to bond over sad things! But they're good siblings!!!)

Warnings: underage drug use, its Klaus not really a suprise.

***i imagine this happens pretty close to when Five disaappears, because he's questioning his abilities and how much he can do***

"What're you doing?"

The squeak that escapes Klaus's throat would be embarrassing, if he cared. But he doesn't. Not really. It's just Five. He glares at him though, thick eyebrows scrunching down his face. The joint he'd been rolling now on the floor, pot scattered everywhere. Five smiles at him, that shit eating grin.

"Asshole." Klaus says, there's no heat in it. And he smiles when Five walks forward and picks the wrap up, hands it back to him.

"Yeah. Sorry about that." Five takes his hands from his pockets and throws himself down on Klaus' bed next to him, legs dangling over the edge as he looks up at the ceiling. Klaus can feel him staring. He bites his lip and focuses on rolling his joint again. His head is aching. The screaming from the tombs still ringing in his ears.

"Was it still bad? Even with the pills?" Fives voice is casual and Klaus could kiss him for it.

"It wasn't good." Klaus mumbles, his teeth still worrying into his lip. He hears Five swallow something he wants to say.

"Just ask." He sighs, twisting the ends of the wrap between his fingers gently. Five props himself up on his elbows.

"Do you ever recognize any of them?" He asks. Straight forward. No beating around the bush. Klaus swallows. Ghostly faces floating behind his eyes as he reaches for his lighter. He flips it open, presses his thumb down, and lights the joint. Inhaling deeply and then falling back onto the bed beside his brother.

He exhales, watches the smoke swirl up and away from them with a dreamy smile, and decides to tell Five the truth.

"Once or twice. Mostly not." He inhales again, deeply, and smiles again when Five reaches over. He hands the joint to him and exhales, Five does the same, smoke circles crashing into Klaus' cloud of smoke. They both laugh a little, their shoulders shaking where they're pressed together.

"You remember that old lady who used to live down the street? With the cats?" He takes the joint back when Five holds it out to him.

"I think so yeah. With the evil looking husband?" Five turns his head, looking at Klaus with foggy eyes. Klaus turns to him, eyes way past foggy.

"Yeah." Five blinks at him. And Klaus can tell his own face is serious because Five is looking at him in that way he has.

"He killed her. She didn't run away. Like we all thought. When we were making theories." Klaus turns to face the ceiling again. Inhales. Exhales. Turns back to his brother.

"We were wrong. She's dead. And he fucking killed her. And nobody cared. Nobody even noticed. Except us. And what did we do? Nothing." He sighs, and watches Five watch him.

"You saw her? In the mausoleum?"

Klaus nods.

"What did she say?"

"She didn't say anything really. Just screamed. But her face. It was... bruised. And her neck was crooked, like it was... like it was broken. It was her eyes. Her eyes told me what happened. " Klaus' voice shakes. He takes another drag, holds it, let's it out. He stares at the ceiling and feels tears drip down his face. When he feels Fives fingers on his wrist, a gentle pressure as they both stare at the ceiling, watching Klaus' smoke curl and dance away from them.

"Did you tell dad about this?" Is all he says, and there's something there, in his voice. Klaus knows it isn't judgment, but his brain is fuzzy and he can't figure out what it is.

"When should i have told him? When he was screaming at me to stop crying? Or when he was screaming at me to do better?" Klaus turned to his brother again, Five mirrored him.

"There'd need to be a lull in the screaming for me to get a word in. And we both know that's unlikely." He tries to smile but it curls his lips into a snarl that he can't help. He sighs and turns away again.

"Maybe he's right. I'm just not good enough." He wipes at his face. But the tears won't stop. He growls, anger bubbling inside him, and sits up quickly. Five follows him.

"Klaus."

He doesn't answer. Doesn't move.

"Hey. Look at me." And his voice is soft. Softer than Klaus is used too. Which is saying something, because Klaus isn't stupid. He knows Five isn't this way with the others. Except maybe Vanya. And he appreciates it more than he could ever say. But he's being more kind than usual and Klaus can't help but look at him.

"He's wrong." Five says. Matter of fact. No room for questions or doubt.

"You're good enough. You're fine. The fact is," he sighed, his shoulders drooping, and Klaus thought, not for the first time, that his brother looked older than he was.

"Shoving a kid into a terrible situation and expecting him, or them, to flourish. Is just a shit way of teaching." His fingers wrapped around Klaus' wrist again, pressing agaisnt his tattoo.

"And it's a shit way of parenting. And you shouldn't feel bad about not wanting to talk to dead people who scream at you while you're locked in a dark tomb scared out of your mind." He pressed his fingers harder into Klaus' wrist, like he was trying to drive the point home. Klaus could feel himself about to cry again.

"Thanks." He said meekly. Looking into his lap, the joint held gently between his fingers long gone out.

"You're welcome." Five said with a nod. He wiped his palms on his shorts and stood up. Klaus watched him walk to the door and then felt his mouth open.

"He's afraid of you." Klaus said, his voice was quiet, but he knew his brother heard him. Five stopped, turned his head the smallest amount, to let Klaus know he was listening.

"I see it in his eyes sometimes. When you ask questions. And you challenge him. He's afraid. Of the things you can do. Of the things you want to do." Klaus swallows hard, scared he's said too much. Five turns around fully then, and there's that smile. The big toothy grin that Klaus loves more than anything. But there's something underneath it, hiding behind his teeth, behind his eyes. There's a glint there. He slides his hands smoothly into his pockets and keeps grinning.

"Maybe he should be afraid." Five says, low in his throat. His smile gets impossibly wider as he backs out the door and into the hall.

"Maybe he should be afraid of all of us." He winks, and then he's gone.

I LOVE THIS!!!! I love the idea Nandor is clinging to his former glory days by treating Memo like a servant and the concept of him being soft for Guillermo! A beautifully illustrated fic with dialogue to match

aww thank you so much for the wonderful praise :D i do think nandor is a softie even if he’d never admit to it... & he always seems much more truthful/forthcoming when he’s alone (w/ guillermo), so i could see him letting himself be emotionally vulnerable for a moment in response to guillermo’s own physical vulnerability. it’s all about the rituals lmao 

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